I could see fireworks of fairy stars
Worlds and universes clashing upon one another…
With an urgency of an apocalyptic genesis
As her eyes gave away the pain she’d felt
(me) as I ripped myself from her
Her tears precious as blood
flowed with in hesitation.
But in her eyes,
Beyond thron of her will,
I could see the drops that seeped from the splinters
Her heart an open wound in pink.
beating in ripples that spread throughout her body
only to stop every time she paused for a gulp of air.
she inhaled into the abyss,
From which to bring sense to her body that was stuck at the crevice between the warmth of my touch.
of my presence that was now separated from hers,
and staring at her numbed state with pieces of herself that had been her closure,
And the cold that caressed her bruised heart
I wondered, weary whether she could ever fix herself a new world
A new galaxy of her own wishes and being.
But I was as well confident in the stillness of her mind
It's dexterity to build itself
For I was once, in the century of every second, one and hers.
despite her splinters, they never birthed streams of blood
And from the clash of her stars
So cataclysmic, could birth no less but a better world.
It seemed rather to root her body in front of me
As she sought her lost consciousness to the present.
I could still see lines of scars on her heart
Dark in scourge upon the reddish tinge that took no sorrow
At her heart that froze in cold
She had chosen to bury it in ice
A world alike to Neptune.
A single stare at my eyes, and it gave a blow.
so loud I felt the bump 10 yards upon my chest,
Before it drew a mighty gallon from all her veins
that bid her limbs into a sloppy state of unconsciousness.
But maybe I was just far from her real world
After all, we may not expect all marvel away from the milky way
And hers like mine, it was filled with black holes
That sucked away all distant life
And that's what I could see.
Like every pain that she had to behold,
I was sucked into the infinite halls of the black holes.
Only then did I know, sorrow could behold her no more
And that I was now drawn away from her
Farther than any measurable length
And separate in worlds that could never stare.
But perhaps. Perhaps by the hands of another big bang.
After I have familiarized with all that came to threaten her
at the advantage of her helpless self,
We would bear sight of one another.
In the heat of a birthing new world.
Perhaps. Perhaps I would learn to feel.